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Although she might be disappointed about dying sooner than she’d hoped, he knew she didn’t fear death. It made little difference. Messenger would eventually catch up with them, demand why he hadn’t followed through on the kill order. Unfortunately for all of them, Noah was sure he wanted to keep her alive.
    “How long have you been here?”
    “Long enough to admire the way you prep a target,” Chameleon gloated.
    “Bulletproof is really alive?” Daria asked.
    “Yes.” Noah glared in Chameleon’s direction when the other man answered too. “Messenger suspected as much.”
    “It was the serial killer case in Boston, right?” The chair rocked back again, the front legs hanging in the air as the invisible Chameleon balanced perfectly. “I told him to be careful, but Amelia follows every lead.”
    “Amelia Bennett didn’t die either?”
    “Pretty cool, right?” Chameleon said. “I helped on that one. Kept UI chasing other leads.”
    “The serial killer was a washout,” Noah explained to Daria. No sense hiding the details. “He escaped the institution where we keep most of the unhinged.”
    “Aww.” The chair clunked to the floor, then leaned back again. “Don’t try and flatter me now, End Game.”
    “His name is Noah ,” Daria corrected sharply.
    An odd, not entirely unpleasant feeling came over him when she leaped to defend him, to give him a real name and a spark of humanity. Her body was small and her effort insignificant in the greater scheme of things, but he appreciated the effort.
    Although he’d vilified her due to circumstances neither of them could control, he was starting to recall why he’d first considered her an angel. The cross on his chest felt warm and light rather than the cold burden it had been all these years.
    “Bulletproof brought us to his hideout for what exactly?”
    “Information. The doc was going to hand it all over to me before you showed up,” Chameleon said.
    “If I hadn’t shown up, she’d be at Gerardi’s mercy. Who knows what he had in mind for her,” Noah said.
    “Gerardi.” Chameleon’s voice sounded wistful as his chair slammed back to the polished concrete floor. “I want to take a run at that creaky old bastard. I’m due a fun night out.”
    “Aren’t we all?” Noah said, smothering the odd flare of camaraderie with the crazy Chameleon. Gerardi had been in charge of the invisible agent’s alterations. Noah had overheard plenty about the test subject and the various challenging results during the visits to that lab.
    “Boys,” Daria scolded. “What’s next? We can’t stay here and wait to be found.”
    “Of course not. We’ll all toddle home whenever we please,” Chameleon said. “Unless End Game here is pulling the strings.”
    “That’s enough,” she said. “What is the plan?”
    Chameleon sighed. “Assuming your new boyfriend has no objections, Amelia wants to take everything you know about the program and transfer it for safekeeping. She and John, formerly known as the notorious Bulletproof, can take care of it from there.”
    “Which leaves us flapping unprotected in the wind like paper targets,” Noah observed. “Not a chance. We’re not sharing intel without an escape route in place.”
    “We?” Chameleon gave another one of those creepy laughs, this time from the other side of the room. “The great and silent End Game is willing to turn on his master? Doc, you must be one hell of a kisser.”
    “Careful,” Noah warned.
    “When it was just me and her, the doc was gonna give up her information without any terms or conditions,” Chameleon said with pride. “She wanted to talk and let the chips fall wherever. Like I told you, the first packet of info is on its way to the media already.”
    Noah applied his lesser known gift and crossed the room in a blur, his hand outstretched. With any luck he’d pin Chameleon to the wall. When he heard the soft thud of a head against concrete and felt the invisible man’s